[verse 1] Lord, look at me — I’m the fucking king of this concrete throne Elongated dick-car in the driveway, watch collection on my phone I tithe harder to Rolex than I ever gave to You Stacking racks on racks while my soul collects dust in the pew I stepped on necks to get here, never looked back once Beggars in the rearview? Nah, just another poor man’s problem, son Humans only see the shine, the fit, the flash, the clout So I kept shining brighter — never once figured it out [Chorus] Empty altars, full pockets, soul on fire (echo) Chasing the glitter but the light is a liar (echo) More and more shit but less and less alive (echo) We own the whole world… except what’s inside (echo) [Verse 2] Lord… something’s wrong, I got everything money can buy But I wake up at 3 a.m. feeling emptier than the sky The cars, the clothes, the clout — they don’t fill the hole inside I’m a millionaire on paper but my spirit just died I used to laugh at the poor, now I’m starting to see That beggar I walked past last week still haunts me I could’ve changed his whole world with one swipe of the card But my heart was colder than the cash in my bank, damn that’s hard [Verse 3] Lord, I stomped on folks to climb, left bodies in the rearview mirror Treated love like a transaction, connection like something cheaper I had the wallet to feed a hundred but I chose the watch instead Now I’m standing here confessing with a chest full of lead The world is wicked, fucked, bleeding from every side We keep our heads down chasing shine while the real shit dies I was the plastic king, now I’m seeing the cost All this money in my hands and I still feel completely lost [Chorus] Empty altars, full pockets, soul on fire (echo) Chasing the glitter but the light is a liar (echo) More and more shit but less and less alive (echo) We own the whole world… except what’s inside (echo) [Verse 4] Lord, I’m done with the shine, done with the flex, done with the game I want real love, real peace, something that don’t got a price tag name I want connection that don’t come with a receipt or a like I want the kind of peace that money can’t ever strike I regret every neck I stepped on, every beggar I ignored Every time I chose the cash over a soul that was poor I’m standing at this empty altar with my hands full of nothing real Lord… take this hollow king… teach me how to feel (mmm-hmm… mmm-hmm… Lord what I done…) [Final Chorus] Empty altars, full pockets, soul on fire (echo) Chasing the glitter but the light is a liar (echo) More and more shit but less and less alive (echo) We own the whole world… except the fire inside (echo) [Outro] Lord… my altar’s empty… my soul’s empty… What the fuck have I become…
